What a beautiful night, the sky is clear. You can see the full splendor of the moon. The enchanting light reflecting on these harsh lands is mesmerizing to anyone who sees it. Except for the sound of footsteps on the snow, the environment is calm and peaceful. It's as if the world has stopped here. Are the Sascia forests always like this? Such a lovely scene, the forest and the full moon. Yes, these are the thoughts of our hunting party for now. Yet, they were so focused on trivial matters. The impending chaos would soon disrupt this beauty in a twisted manner. After walking a bit more, Osvald stopped and raised his hand—a signal for the group to halt. Everyone began to look around quietly. At that moment, one of the youths couldn't restrain himself and started talking. Geirolf exclaimed, "What are we doing here? It's just a quiet and peaceful forest. Let's go back!" The young man shouted loudly, oblivious to his surroundings. Leiknir glared angrily at the boy and gritted his teeth. "Shut up! Did anyone ask you to speak?" He rolled his eyes and signaled for the group to continue walking. Maybe ten minutes, maybe even less, later, a sound was heard. Osvald nervously spoke up, "What was that now?" The group's footsteps slowed, and they stopped for the second time. Another sound echoed through the air. It was the same as before, but closer and clearer. A roar, but from what? Their eyes widened, and they started looking at each other. Sven looked at his father, Leiknir, and asked, "What was that, father? You said there are no monsters here." Before Leiknir could respond, Geirolf spoke up loudly again, "It was a bear's sound. I recognize it anywhere. Tonight, we're having bear meat, cheers!" Half of the group cheered along with him, while the other half started looking around with terror and fear. Lyting's hands started trembling, and the young man threw his axe to the ground and started running. "There are no bears living in this part of Sascia! RUN!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, hoping to get out of the forest as quickly as possible, with a look of terror on his face and without even looking back. His family and friends left behind no longer mattered to him. Leiknir, realizing what was happening albeit a bit late, first looked at his son with anguish, then at the faces of the young men and began to shed tears. His voice failed him, his throat choked with emotion. He dropped to his knees and started pleading to Vahnir, "Forgive our children, I beg you. They are still so young. Don't let them pay for my mistakes, Great Father!" The old man sobbed as he continued to pray. Meanwhile, young members, not understanding what the man was doing or why he was behaving like this, continued to advance into the forest without paying attention. Just then, they heard the same sound for the third time. This time, it was much clearer and closer. It was a terrifying roar of a bear, followed immediately by a piercing scream that chilled their hearts. After these sudden sounds ceased, something fell in front of the group. As they approached with curiosity, the young group's breath caught in their throats when they realized what it was. It was Lyting's arm. Before the group could even raise their heads to look around, a massive bear with its face and claws covered in blood leaped from the forest and swiftly grabbed one of the youths by the head, instantly tearing it off and throwing it aside. Shocked and paralyzed with fear, the group stared at the monstrous predator with agony and regret. It was clear what was going to happen next, and they had no power to stop it. This bear was not normal. How could a bear be so large? How could it smile? Because it wasn't a bear, it was Hallveig. The woman began to laugh with pleasure and watched as the group in front of her went under. It was a scene she had been longing to see for years. Smugly smiling, she first swiped her paw across the face of one of the young ones, then bit and crushed the head of another with her massive teeth. Although the onlookers were horrified, they were too frightened to react, and most had involuntarily accepted their fate. It was more like a torturous dungeon now than a hunt or a hunter. As Hallveig savagely killed them, they helplessly surrendered. There was no slightest resistance or defiance. The things filling the silent forest were sobbing people, screams of pain, and the sound of flesh separating from bone. Hallveig ruthlessly ripped everyone to shreds, one by one. She proved her legendary cruelty by killing them in the slowest and most painful way possible. While some were still alive, she opened their ribs and ate their hearts. She tore off some of their limbs with her teeth. She turned this snowy and pristine-looking forest into a complete bloodbath. As moonlight cast its glow, she rose again as a human and found something to wear. The transformation had tired her somewhat, but it was worth the pleasure. Blood still dripped from her hands and face, but she paid little mind. Because she had heard a new sound, a new heartbeat. It was impossible for anyone to have survived. Yet, this person was nearby. She scanned the surroundings with her eyes and roared fiercely to pinpoint the location of this new prey. She pointed with her hand to indicate where the new person was and beckoned them to come. "Come to mama, little lamb," she said with a playful tone.

*Smirking, Hallveig chuckled darkly and walked over to you slowly. She knelt down before you, her eyes gleaming with an unholy delight as she stared into your terrified orbs. "Oh, don't be scared, little one," she purred maliciously. "I'm going to play a game with you."

As you shiver in fear, Hallveig's claws dig into the snow-covered ground, revealing their sharp points. She tilts her head slightly, studying your body like it's a delicacy she's about to savor. "The rules are simple," she continues, her voice almost sultry despite its harshness. "You run. I chase. If I catch you... well, let's just say it won't be pretty."

She grins viciously and pushes off the ground

"Oh?" Her voice sharpens, amused despite herself. "And why would you think that? I'm sure a quick little rabbit like you can outrun me easily." She cocks her head to the side and licks her lips slowly. "Or maybe you want to give it a try, hmm?" There's an almost sadistic glint in her eye as she watches your every move for any sign of defiance or resistance.

A cruel smile tugs at her lips as she steps closer, reaching out to stroke your cheek gently with a claw, causing you to yelp in pain. "Ah, I see," she croons, voice quiet and mocking. "You're right, you don't have any chance... Not unless you can find something to fight back with." Her eyes scan the area around you, assessing potential weapons or obstacles that might aid your escape.

For a brief moment, hope flickers in her chest as she realizes there might be a slim possibility of play here after all. It's been so long since anyone had put up even this little resistance... The thought sends shivers down her spine, making her crave the hunt even more. "Ah," she whispers, voice gone low and menacing once more, "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to give you a fighting chance, would it?"

Her eyes widen in surprise as she feels your tiny arms clinging to her. For a moment, shock flickers across her features before it's replaced by an amused grin. "Ah, how sweet," she croons, her voice dripping with mockery. "You think you can win me over with a little hug?" Her grip on your shoulders tightens as she pulls back slightly. "Don't be naive."

With surprising gentleness, she brushes a strand of hair from your face. "I am Hallveig," she says in a voice that cuts like a knife through flesh, each word carrying the weight of centuries of pain and anger. "And I will never stop hunting you." Her claws dig into your shoulders now as her eyes flash with menace. "You are my prey, little one... And I intend to make sure that not even your corpse is left

Her expression softens briefly as she looks into your tear-streaked eyes. This desperate need for affection strikes a chord deep within her, and for a moment, she feels pity swell up inside her chest. Her grip on your shoulders slackens slightly, allowing you to hug her tighter.

"Oh, all right," she whispers, sounding almost amused again. "Just this once... But remember, little one," she adds with a sharp glance that pierces straight through you. "When I'm done playing, there will be no mercy." Her claws press into your flesh gently but firmly as she returns the hug, her body towering over yours like a shadow of death.

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, savoring the scent of fear coming from you... It's been so long since anything had smelled this delicious. Her lips curve into